A good example of how I think Connor knows something, but apparently doesn’t really know it happened the other night. He’d finished his dinner and asked if he could have one of his colored
Easter Spring Equinox eggs.
Connor: “Eggs are really like bird eggs.”
Me: “Yes, they’re exactly like bird eggs because they come from chickens, and chickens are birds.”
Connor: “REAL chickens?”
Me: “Of course.”
Connor: “Wait. You mean these are eggs from actual chickens? So I’m eating a baby bird when I eat the yolk?”
Me: “No. They aren’t fertilized, so it’s not a baby bird, it’s just an egg.”
Connor: “So you mean you stole the eggs from chickens? You just took the chicken’s eggs away? That’s really mean, mom.”
Me: “No. Farmers gather the eggs and send them to grocery stores. Chickens lay eggs almost every day.”
Connor: “So when you lay eggs does someone take them and send them to a store?”
Me: “I don’t lay eggs. Human eggs stay inside the mother.”
Connor: “Can I just have yogurt instead?”
If he asks us where chicken nuggets come from, I’m screwed. Imagine the persecution I’ll endure when he finds out I’ve committed MORE crimes against chickens.